There was a flash of light in the groove that looked like the mouth of the colossus, and the shields of Griffith and Galadia shook violently. Gray smoke ignited from the white stone steps under their feet, and the high temperature even caused ripples in the air.
Two golden-red heat energy rays crossed each other. The deafening roar caused tinnitus, and the dazzling fire made him temporarily blind.
In less than half a second, Griffith's layers of shields could no longer hold on, and the terrifying high temperature made his whole body feel like it was boiling.
However, the suffocating pain disappeared in a flash. Griffith felt that something suddenly blocked the cross-cutting of the heat beam, and a cool breeze swept him up.
"Hold on to me!"
Galadia hugged Griffith tightly and fell towards the bottomless abyss.
There was a whistling wind in his ears. Griffith reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the bottomless darkness coming towards him. The falling feeling made his heart stop.
He hurriedly looked up and hugged Miss Elf tightly, feeling a little safer.
The harsh sound of metal cracking and breaking filled the surroundings, and the loud sound of distortion and deformation was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.
The metal-covered torso of the colossus flashed with dense dancing sparks. With the huge roar of activation, the physically uncomfortable giant swept around with golden-red beams while climbing crazily upwards from the abyss.
The towering dome cracked like an eggshell, revealing the hazy starlight in the sky. The giant thing that exceeded the limit of vision was breaking free from its underground cage.
Tarkin seemed more concerned about climbing out than chasing down the little bug that had just escaped. His colossus was like a giant insect with six long legs, and its amazing arms could easily cross ravines, cliffs and mountains.
Every move of this terrifying weapon is so powerful that it makes people subconsciously awe. It has been buried underground for thousands of years. It has such a powerful power that it can still make people feel powerful even after such a long distance and such a long time.
Trembling from the bottom of my heart!
…
Harandil, who was still directing the battle, was suddenly shaken and became unsteady.
The half-elves and human rebels he led were fighting in several directions with the elves rushing out of the temple. A huge tentacle suddenly rushed out of the ground with a terrifying sound, and smashed hard on the street from top to bottom.
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Wind pressure swept over nearby homes.
There was a terrible twisting and breaking sound, and a squadron of rebels was just under the tentacled arms and legs, and turned into flesh without even uttering a cry.
Harandil didn't understand what he saw for a moment. What filled his field of vision was a huge golden, white and red pillar, shining with a faint blue light, resembling the arms and legs of an insect.
A big hole opened in the ground, and countless people screamed and fell down, and then there was no sound immediately. Sand, dust and steam rose into the sky, covering it like a city wall.
Harandil felt a sting all over his body. He looked down and saw that his skin, which was not protected by armor, had been burned by the air waves.
The huge pillar stood there abruptly and horribly, silent for a moment.
Everyone was dumbfounded and even forgot about the pain of being burned. Some people wanted to run, and some wanted to find out. Before they could take action, there was another roar from the ground.
"Buzz-squeak-squeak!"
Amidst the loud creaking noise, the ground shook like a piece of pudding. Everyone was shaken and fell to the ground one after another.
A giant oval object with a faint blue light slowly rose from the ground, making a roaring roar. It kept rising, and its never-seen torso seemed to have no end.
The giant thing that was taller than the Nebula Temple took a long time to slowly crawl out of the ground. All the people, half-elves and elves stared at him with wide eyes, forgetting to run away.
"Buzz——"
When this giant thing finally stood on the ground, it made another low, long and loud sound, lingering between heaven and earth for a long time. Any story, the dragon and Behemoth on the mural, those people dare not look directly, dare not
The descriptions of the monsters in the abyss and the fear and shock they leave in people's hearts are not enough to describe what is happening in front of them.
Harandil was speechless even until he saw two golden and red rays of light flashing on the giant statue.
"hidden!"
He shouted. There were crackling and popping sounds around him, one after another like festive firecrackers.
Rows of humans and half-elves, whether they were holding shields or hiding behind bunkers, would be blown to ashes as soon as they were swept by these two beams.
The high-temperature jets shot from above swept across the crowd, burning one after another.
Groups of people were burned to ashes in an instant, leaving only charred shadows on the ground.
The height of this colossus is at least more than three kilometers. It is covered with dark gold and dark red heavy armor, and its psychic shield is unimaginably thick. It is like a spider with terrifying long legs, carrying elegance and death.
Jump across houses, gardens and rivers with ease, roam the city, and rain down astonishing firepower on the ground.
Some brave and crazy rebels turned their guns and cannons and began to attack, but their weapons had no effect on the shield. The death ray from the giant thermal laser gun was too powerful, and the terrifying golden-red light beam passed by.
Everywhere, almost everything will be burned in an instant!
While the terrifying heat energy beam swept away, countless tentacles rushed out of the colossus like straws, grabbing the surrounding half-elves and humans, sucking them into the long pipe, sucking them in, making a purring sound, and then sprayed them out.
Rags and debris everywhere.
After a while, there were two more rays of this terrifying beam!
All attacks by the rebels seem to be insignificant. In the face of the astonishingly thick armor and shields, it is estimated that only a volley of organized extraordinary people, aiming at one part at the same time, can cause enough damage to break the shield and break the armor. However, in the thermal energy
Facing the sweep of the beam, the intensive attacks are like ripe rice facing a sickle, only being cut down in rows.
Harandil was still struggling. He took out a bomb that Griffith had obtained from Roland, which was made of Maw Iron and had strong explosive and destructive power. This kind of bomb was called Maw.
Some strange things will happen near the target hit by the bullet weapon, very strange things.
The breath of the Abyss is said to be able to reach the deepest darkness in the world. Half-elves use this kind of thing to assassinate demigods. Well, that’s not right. The Abyss bomb did not destroy the demigod’s shield, but caused other abnormal phenomena and damage.
them.
Harandil was extremely brave and smashed an abyss bomb at the colossus. The strange substance that came out after the explosion actually greatly damaged the shield, leaving at least half a meter of corrosion dents on the solid armor.
The pit is as ugly as the scar left by a wound.
"It works!" Harandil shouted, "Hurry up and attack with the Abyss Bullet..."
Before he finished speaking, the huge legs passed by him, and the shock wave of landing knocked him away.
The air was filled with noisy, indistinct sounds - the creaking of the giant statue, the rumble of collapsing houses, the crackling of burning trees and fences, all mingled together.
Thick black smoke mixed with the air waves evaporating from the river. When the hot light swept forward and back on the streets of Canaan, everything that was hit glowed white, and then emitted choking black smoke.
Houses, courtyards, beautiful vines and bridges were all set on fire. Reflected in the light of the fire, the sky turned orange.
Harandil jumped up from the water. The scalding water almost cooked him. He ran away, through the flowers, and together with the panicked rebels, burrowed around in the grass like a frightened frog.
, running around aimlessly.
Suddenly, a bright golden-red light swept towards him. A large piece of the roof along the way where the beam hit immediately melted, and then a lava-like fire flow erupted; all the trees were burned to charcoal in an instant.
The beam swept back and forth along the path, burning people one by one to ashes. Then it swept to the water's edge, crossed the river and swept towards the other side. Where it passed, the water boiled and steam emitted.
The waves of boiling water covered Harandil who was running for his life. His body was burned and his eyes were almost blinded by the burns. He ignored the pain and just ran as hard as he could.
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"Garadia, we have to go back!" Griffith shouted, "They need our help."
He couldn't hear the screams from the distant ground, but every cell and every inch of nerve felt great pain. He seemed to see countless people being burned to death senselessly, just like children burning to death with matches.
Like ants.
"People think that the misfortune before them is the climax of the disaster, but they don't know that it is just the prelude to the storm."
Galadia whispered softly. She pressed the knight's hand and motioned him to look forward.
In the silent darkness, a green wall appeared.
"What's this?"
Griffith couldn't tell his bearings, didn't know where he was, and couldn't understand the significance of this wall.
It is like a light curtain composed of countless fireflies, suspended there. If you look carefully, you will find that this wall seems to be composed of countless light points.
Countless light spots of numbers 0 and 1...
"I have never seen him before, but the moment I saw him, I seemed to understand something," Galadia said, "Griffith, please allow me to introduce to you——
"The guardian of knowledge and organization,
"The guidance of prophecy and destiny,
"The possessor of the final secret of Canaan, the God of Prophecy, His Majesty Iluvash."